A criativida não é um movimento solitário: setembro 2011

Stand.-

Stand in the place where you live
Now face North
Think about direction
Wonder why you havent before
Now stand in the place where you work
Now face West
Think about the place where you live
Wonder why you havent before

If you are confused check with the sun
Carry a compass to help you along
Your feet are going to be on the ground
Your head is there to move you around

(repeat 1st verse)

Your feet are going to be on the ground
Your head is there to move you around
If wishes were trees the trees would be falling
Listen to reason
Season is calling

(repeat 1st verse)

If wishes were trees the trees would be falling
Listen to reason
Reason is calling
Your feet are going to be on the ground
Your head is there to move you around

So Stand (stand)
Now face North
Think about direction, wonder why you havent before
Now stand (stand)
Now face West
Think about the place where you live
Wonder why you havent

(repeat 1st verse)

Stand in the place where you are (Now face North)
Stand in the place where you are (Now face West)
Your feet are going to be on the ground (Stand in the place where you are)
Your head is there to move you around, so stand.

My body moves in time
We're begging on the feeding line
We're lifting out above this head space
See my body over flows

But I got my whole damn life
Caught up in moments entirely of yours
But I'm finding it harder to reason in order to grow
And finding it hard is a feeling that all of you know
Know know

See my body keeps in line
And I got my whole damn life
Oh I want to be somebody, somebody, someone
You're so desperate now
Oh no you won't let it go
You bit of your tongue to become one

Nevertheless when this pain in my chest seems to grow
I'm living it harder to feel what it feels like to know
You know, know, know

(whistling)

The home I lived in I came to grow
My body's cumbersome and slow
But I felt it felt it coming over me
(x2)

I got my whole damn life
Caught up in moments entirely of yours
But I'm finding it harder to reason in order to grow (whistling)
And finding it hard is a feeling that all of you know (whistling)

Nevertheless, when this pain in my chest seems to grow
And grow
You know, know, know